June takes pride over its fellow months of the year in the ceremonies held, here and there, to distribute diplomas to the graduating daughters and sons of the rising generation — this generation on which we pin our hopes, and whose tomorrow we await with an expectation that, God willing, shall not be disappointed.

And June, in this pride, is surely in the right: for what virtue is of loftier worth to man than knowledge, and what certificate is of higher rank than the certificate of having gained a share of it? Neither May with its blossoms, nor August with its clusters of grapes, nor October with its embrace of the seeds of life, nor December with its blessed rain, can stand up to June in the arena of pride. Knowledge remains, without rival, the mistress of human values altogether. Long ago Plato said: "Knowledge is the greatest good, for without it there is no good at all..."

And here we publish some scenes from some of the great ceremonies held in Beirut on this occasion. The reader will see our girls in a moment that nothing approaches in eagerness, yearning, and gladness except, one may suppose, another moment dearer to hearts and sweeter still!..